Feel The Music

African-American Music Appreciation Month, Music

“To live is to be musical, starting with the blood dancing in your veins. Everything living has a rhythm. Do you feel your music?” ― Michael Jackson

As we approach the end of African-American Music Appreciation Month, I wanted to pay tribute to the essence of old school music with this poem The Soul of Old School Music.

The Soul of Old School Music

Oh the sweet sounds of music
whether it’s classical, jazz or rap
rhythm and blues, rock ‘n’ roll
country, alternative or neo soul
the essence of old school music
messages that were thought provoking
soul stirring and entertaining
timeless lyrics still resonating today.

Old school music continues to be sampled
re-recorded by singers of this new age
the foundation of most old school music
was grassroots planted and church choir trained
not vulgar or obscene, but sexy and sensual
not too excessive, retaliatory or rebellious
but smooth and united with a funky style.

Voices rich in tone, range and technique
unique vocalists defined by their style and pitch
when you close your eyes you identified who they were
voices that could never be duplicated although imitated
colorblind to the treble and bass clef of any singer
running through scales that seemed impossible.

There were groups who brought the music
and played with live bands
crossing over to audiences of various cultures
with amazing showmanship, costumes and life-changing lyrics.

With all of the finger snappin’, body thumpin’
hip shakin’ and toe tappin’
the music echoed with reminders of the time
disconnecting people from war, discord, injustice and poverty
to connections of love, peace, understanding and unity
old school music became our great escape
with messages still ringing with purpose this day.

From the ballrooms of the big band era
to the bright neon lights of Broadway
bleeding throughout the corridors of posh dance halls
to the streets of neighborhood juke joints
from barber shops to beauty salons
from a Cadillac to a Chevrolet
crooners of old school music
command the attention of new school style.

As the music plays on, it lives on
giving us a deeper appreciation of what it historically says
how we hear and what we feel through the tempo
bridging a generational gap in worn out dancing shoes.

Thank you Dick Clark, Ed Sullivan and Don Cornelius
thank you Motown, Arista, Columbia, Epic and Atlantic
if you didn’t introduce them, we never would have known
the ambassadors behind the soul of old school music.

Wings of the Wind: A Cornucopia of Poetry © 2013 Kym Gordon Moore

Camping, Glamping or RV-ing?

Camp, Camping, Glamping, Motorcoach, RV

Are you a camper? How do you get your camping on? This week is National Camping Week during Camping Month. Whether you’re tenting it, motor coaching it or glamping it, grab your gear and head on out to the great outdoors. This is the time where kids are headed to Summer camp, so why let them have all the fun? What a great time to kick off your holiday weekend by taking a camping trip!

A Camping We Go

Finding that quiet spot to retreat
outdoor recreation with overnight stays
where nature opens her home to native wildlife
stimulating the follicles of our hair they raise

echoing and offering free musical interludes
at night a light show featuring strobing fireflies
tents mounted, sleeping bags unrolled, location secured
outdoor cooking simmering, roasting under midnight skies

sharing intimate and scary stories, perhaps a poem or two
to hike, fish, bike, climb or river-bound rafting in a canoe
respecting a natural habitat as the blazing campfire roars
a lifetime of adventure exploring the incredible great outdoors.

© Kym Gordon Moore

Spring Left the Building and Summer Has Arrived!

Summer, Summer Solstice, Vacation, Poetry

Whoo-hooooo! Today is the first day of Summer! The Summer Solstice arrived June 21, at 12:24 A.M. EDT.

Summer Pursuits

It’s time for a little hot fun
in the good ole Summertime sun
vacations at the beach or pristine lake
grillin’, cookouts, or an evening clam bake
drenched in silkiness of warm drizzling sweat
quench your thirst with a drink, ice cold and wet
summer reading, water skiing, road trips and more
leisure pursuits, relaxation not meant to be a chore
strolling through shady meadows, memories of yesteryear
that summertime madness is a state of mind oh so fresh and clear.
© Kym Gordon Moore

As we begin this new season, go for the gusto, make new memories and have some hot fun in the good ole summertime!

When You’re Smiling

Smile-Day

Our faces assume various expressions that indicate happiness, pleasure, favor, mockery, anger or deceit. A smile is a healthy expression characterized by turning up the corners of the mouth. Today is Power of a Smile Day

Note to self: SMILE today! Here is a haiku reminder:

Just Smile!

An upside down frown
sweet, charming, friendly, happy
a warm, pleasant smile.
                                                                                   ©Kym Gordon Moore

Enjoy this classic song, “Smile” sung by Nat King Cole, featuring Charlie Chaplin. Don’t forget to smile today!

Poetry in the Arena: Who Got Game?

Who Got Game, Basketball, Poetry

In honor of the game of basketball, please enjoy this tribute to female and male players on every level of the game.

Who Got Game?

Jump ball, tip it, get it
passin’, shootin’, dribblin’, bounce
splash, step-leap-dunk, nothin’ but net
respect the paint without moving violations

one point, two points, three-pointer, swoosh
backboard, ball spinning ‘round the rim
airborne, in or out, how will the ball fall
stop it, pop it, drop it, oh snap

fouls, blocked shots, free throws, rebound
disrespect, oh we ain’t havin’ none of that
step in this arena, yeah we own this house
you talkin’ to me, champ with a capital “C”?

Shot clock, counting down, tick, tick, boom
final seconds, buzzer blares, fans losing their minds
the golden lane of victory, a pipeline of champions
we took it to the floor, game over, we won!

© Kym Gordon Moore

The NBA Finals are over and boy was it one heck of a contest. The Cleveland Cavaliers faced the Golden State Warriors at Oracle Arena last night. Two great ball teams, but only one team remained the last team standing. The 2017 Larry O’Brien NBA Championship Trophy goes to The Golden State Warriors. Congratulations to all of these amazing players: Stephen Curry (our Charlotte native), Klay Thompson, Andre Iguodala, Shaun Livingston, Kevon Looney, Draymond Green, Kevin Durant, David West, Patric McCaw, Zaza Pachulia, Damian Jones, James McAdoo, Ian Clark, JaVale McGee and Matt Barnes; Head Coach Steve Kerr and the entire coaching staff, owners Joseph S. Lacob and Peter Guber, all of the #DubNation fans and everyone affiliated with the #StrengthInNumbers organization.

A special shout-out to Kevin Durant who not only received his first NBA Championship ring but he walked away with the Championship MVP trophy! Awesome!

 

A Poem Celebrating National Accordion Awareness Month

Lead Bellie, Music, Poetry, National Accordian Awareness Month

American folk and blues musician Huddie William Ledbetter (aka LEAD BELLY) Image Source: en.wikipedia.org

Do you play the accordion? Did you know that June is National Accordion Awareness Month? I always wanted to learn how to play the accordion and it is still on my bucket list of the many things I challenged myself to do. I never heard my grandfather play his accordion, but my mother talked about his evening musical serenades on their porch growing up. During that era, this was one of their main forms of entertainment since they didn’t have a television set. Oh how I would love to have had his wonderful instrument today!

In celebration of this beloved instrument celebrated by more people than you can imagine all around the world, I am featuring my poem, Grandpa’s Squeezebox Rendezvous.

Grandpa’s Squeezebox Rendezvous

Reeds vibrating inside a wooden box
keys and valves open for unrestricted air
melodies maintaining tonal quality and sound
pleated bellows articulate clear tones.

Stories of my grandfather playing his accordion
squeezebox serenading a soiree for song and dance
buttonboards or piano-style keyboards sing with glee
differing in pitches from applied pressure in a stance.

Oh my granddaddy, a one-man band
a wooden porch was his Broadway stage
entertaining his guests with the sounds of folk music
a free concert for everyone at any age.

© 2013 Kym Gordon Moore from Wings of the Wind: A Cornucopia of Poetry

Hope Through Stormy Clouds

Hope, Cloudy Day, Encouragement

I Found Hope

Hope Through Stormy Clouds

The morning is stormy, cloudy and cool
the sky painted with a sadness in gray mist
mammatus clouds hanging across the sky
gloominess, yes that lack of cheerfulness exists
groping my spirit, intrusive and revolting
suddenly a hole pierced through the thick cluster
the sun beaming boldly, warm and luminescent
there I found hope gaping majestically from on high.

-Kym Gordon Moore © All Rights Reserved